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I reluctantly raise my head, knowing my face must be a mess.
"You don't need to apologize for crying." His hand cups my cheek. "Not with me. Never with me."
"I learned not to," I confess. "It only ever made things worse."
His jaw tightens. "You're not there anymore. You're here, with me. And here, you can feel whatever you need to feel."
Another sob escapes me, and he pulls me closer, letting me cry against him. His hand strokes steadily down my back, offering silent comfort until the storm begins to pass.
CHAPTER 27
Ikiss Sienna again, unable to get enough of the taste of her. My fingers trace the curve of her jaw, drifting down her neck to the hollow of her throat. Her pulse jumps under my touch.
"You're beautiful," I whisper against her lips.
Sienna's fingers tighten in my hair as she pulls me closer. The hesitation from earlier is gone, replaced by something hungry and fierce. She arches up against me, her body telling me what her words haven't yet.
"I want more," she breathes, her voice trembling but certain.
My control splinters at her words. I'vewanted her since I first saw her in that red dress at the casino, but now the need burns hotter, deeper.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, as my hands find the hem of her shirt. I lift it slowly, giving her time to change her mind, but she raises her arms to help me. When I toss it aside, she's watching me, chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
My fingers trace each scar on her skin. Moving all over her.
"Perfect," I murmur against her skin. "So fucking perfect."
A small sound escapes her, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. I work my way down.
Everything about her is beautiful because it's her.
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging in when I reach a particularly sensitive spot. I smile against her skin, memorizing each reaction, learning her body like a map I've waited my whole life to explore.
"Enzo," she whispers, my name a plea on her lips.
I look up to find her watching me, her eyes dark with want. I've never wanted to give anyone pleasure the way I want to give it to her. I want to erase every terrible memory, replace them with this. With us.
I continue my path on her thighs, feeling her tremble beneath my lips. With each kiss, I'm telling her without words that she deserves pleasure, deserves gentleness, deserves to be worshiped.
I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and hear her breath catch. Her fingers tangle in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on like I'm her lifeline in this storm of sensation.
"I want to taste you, baby, " I murmur against her skin,my breath hot on her most intimate place. "Will you let me?"
I lower my mouth to her center, giving her one slow, deliberate lick. She tastes like heaven and hell combined. Sweet and addictive.
The sound she makes make my dick throb. A gasp that turns into a moan that turns into my name.
"Enzo!"
Her cry echoes around us as her back arches off the bed. I grip her thighs to keep her steady as I continue, tracing patterns with my tongue, finding the spots that make her shout louder.
"Oh god, Enzo—" Her voice breaks as I circle her clit, her hips bucking against my mouth.
My cock strains painfully, harder than I've ever been. The sounds she makes drive me fucking insane.
I've never been this gentle with a woman before. Not like this. I've always respected my partners, but I took what I wanted, how I wanted it. Hard and fast and without hesitation. Sex was a physical release, not this Soul-baring experience.
With Sienna, every touch feels sacred. Every moan she gives me is a gift I haven't earned.
